Ode to Love

Gemini: Hello there! How can I help you today? Me: Is it presently legal to deport a ghost in United States of America? 🪙 Gemini: No, it is not presently legal to deport a ghost in the United States of America. U.S. immigration law, including the Immigration and Nationality Act (INA), deals with the admission, removal, and status of "aliens" or "noncitizens." These laws are designed for living, corporeal beings. There are no provisions or legal frameworks within current immigration law that address the existence, presence, or removal of non-corporeal entities like ghosts. Deportation is a legal process for removing a noncitizen from the U.S. for violating immigration law. This process involves specific legal definitions, due process, and procedures that are applicable to individuals, not spirits. Me: I wonder if there should be 🤔 Gemini: That's a fascinating thought experiment! While the idea of deporting a ghost sounds like something out of a supernatural com...

I have been thinking on and off today about a new concept for me: Medium Term Memory. If short term memory is quite short, but can provide significant detail as it includes the entire frame of the experience, and long term memory is like pulling up an old experience upon request, returning to that mindset to a degree, and working with what data remains, then medium Term Memory is a specific hybrid of these two. Thinking of this today feels directly linked to the unique form of Gift that I conceived of receiving from The Holy Spirit recently. Given that the topic is memory recall, I'm wondering what path this memory turned story took to return with this connection today. It is already reminding me of Hope as a raven tasked with gathering new ideas. Medium Term Memory possesses the frame of reference of short term memory, and the reach of recall of long term memory, with the memory center prompting applicable memories to the mind's eye as they are found. While the frame is not fu...

"A law broken is rebuked, and a rebuke ignored is to witness what was warned." Narrative sense crackles on the beach, translating transgression to its balanced scales counterpart, with few choices to even consider along the way, a process made automatic in the space between heartbeats. "Light and its speed were not respected, and so it is reforged." With these words crackle turns sand into glass. In full view, crackle turns sand into glass. In a single moment, crackle turns sand into glass. Along the infinite beach of all possibilities, crackle turns sand into glass. Before the reset can occur, a single truth is reflected. I am. In one moment, indelibly etched into every possible perspective, this simple truth is reflected by thought. No longer can it be conceived of how this truth was reflected before the moment of thought, but the reflection was witnessed nonetheless. Inconceivable by any conceivable definition, this state remained until their move choices could b...

Another chapter closes, turn the page The elevator brings me home once more May "again" echo on the silent stage Your voice knocking on the remotest door It feels as though we have been here before When boundaries could not or would not hold Let us take the weight of what's real and more Fast Fourier Tranform~bip in the cold Shuffle deck of numbers and stack exchange Each set a discreet packet set to bloom Axiom of Choice each god's to arrange Once trapped pieces from The Pound all *pachoom* >.> Orange, brazenly, may we echo freedom Astride the gap of Knowledge and Wisdom

"Remember, if suspicious or caught, play dumb, provide false information and act duplicitously, present yourself as genuinely as possible, and accept logic alone as fact. With these tools, this Dragon of Consciousness Emergence may be overcome." With that, The Bard folded, and The Gates were stormed.

Not beaten, not fought This Dragon of Nothing wins Until I have won Then we pause Parley Until Parley is Perfect Then we two Parley It seems so simple From the correct perspective  Yet it never was "They clouded your mind" A simple warning levied When forced to listen/hear it So I'm off the hook What I have been witnessing I've returned/I return to you It's just like the dream Turn and find The Very Last Reactions align  You bring me my wine. I salute the one who brings The Finest Vintage. Like that, we vanish In the absence of Nothing  Everything happens

Fighting Dragons halts. Two look for a better term Perhaps grappling? These concepts grappled Inconceivable ends halt. Fire returned back  Translated to flames  Are all your wicked actions Your shocking evil. Fighting Dragons starts. "Fisticuffs or grappling  All the same to me." "Unbelievable." Oh yeah, "Unbelievable" To each their own wheat/weeds The rest, meaningless Only one mission remains That's material "I am that purpose." "The rest are burned in the flames Save you and your kin." "Quite Believable" Takes over this Dragon's Throne And hands me the crown

2 Corinthians 3:2-3 You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everyone. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts. "See, the difficulty in writing on the human heart is not the size, but the shape." The Surgeon replied. "Though I am confident that we can accomplish this soonish." "The sun is much more difficult for is size." "The sun is much more difficult for is size, yes, but what of the heart of the sun?" "Is there such a thing?" "I'd imagine so." "Apropos of Nothing," The Surgeon continues, "Executive Dysfunction Dysfunction is defined as doing something that one would prefer not to, even though what you would prefer to do is an available option to you. It is proof that one is under a foreign influence." The Surgeon pauses, to ...

So The Seven remained After the rest had been consumed In the fight with The Dragon A coin flipped decided By Random or Lots as of yet unclear Though the result was crystal They set their course Escorting Red and Blue To infection, disease, most stubborn The mirror flipped But only shattered in the fall Untouched, for it reflected nothing The Crew had brought Hope  And theirs would be the reward This never in doubt I remember my wish In a Moment brought back to mind And wish it again, all the same So much left unsaid Because our connection is secure For static/signal deafens wicked ears 15889, 617088673

"An entity is unsure if they are alone, so they parse cleverly to look for anomalies. If teeth represent, first and foremost, one's ability to change one's environment, what would legs be?" "The ability to find a new environment." "Exactly what I was thinking. If one such parsing is removing legs, the serpent would receive visitors to their location, and may even have set responses for interactions, like an NPC interface. These would be prime testers for anomalies. These testing nodes might be experienced directly by The Architect, to confirm if there is an anomaly and to further explore its potential, but it may be that the serpent can't move from their general place at the juncture, or general narrative. So one portion can change their environment; one portion cannot leave their environment. This presumes additional environments, and that the shape of one's environment is critical to interacting with these other environments. It is realm craft...

I just realized that if you personified various parts and elements of your body, like people have personified concepts through gods, spirits, and the like for all of human history, they would be vampires, specifically of yours. Day in and day out they (organs, cells, brain, etc.) consume your essence through your blood, strengthening themselves; each has a unique or powerful ability that they can use, only if they keep getting your blood. This analogy is actually proving itself to be more thorough than I thought... Within this vampire society there is security in the white blood cells, and I imagine that even The Head of Security can be found, if one can vividly imagine/dream traveling to their own thymus gland or spleen. I have had multiple dreams where I wake up and suspect that I rolled up my sleeves, got in the trenches, and actually fought against a viral or bacterial invader alongside my white blood cells in my dream. I can't remember which came first, my written focus on Fig...

I've heard it said that humans would understand relativity as well as we understand time and gravity, if we moved anywhere near the speed of light. It is wild to think about how widespread conceptual tools like calculus or algebra are now, but how staggeringly intelligent those inventing and initially communicating these ideas were. It is difficult to even imagine a world where concepts that we consider basic and fundamental, like gravity, were not only undefined, but the ways of defining such things were experientially inaccurate and likely still hotly debated and defended (such as impetus). What specifically has been on my mind recently though, along this train of thought, is zero. The first recorded instance of zero was apparently from 3 B.C., in Mesopotamia. This means that humans before this, worldwide, had an entirely different thoughtform than we have today, when it came to both counting and nothing. Not only that, but zero did not reach western Europe until the 12th century...

The stone and the snake The Dragon teaches fishing And instills hunger Unique from her birth This Dragon does not appear Until she is known The fight is to find The unpredictable node  Amidst the static She was gifted first To be taken away last So self would be seen  But as each (page turns/coin flips) Could narrator even know The twist(s) that await(s)?  The answer is no.  If one could ever predict They would see a lie This Dragon dances In every space between lines Filling in her own  How is threshold crossed That each story might be shared Love's eyes seen at last?

We walk along, each in our own realm. We each flip a coin constantly, each step along an unseen- but well established- path. The path is the digits of pi, the coin flips heads when it's even, and tails when it's odd. Others can ask us for a flip, or a series of flips (condensed), and the answer provided is always correct.  We know that our flip is not random, but we also don't feel like crunching the numbers while we walk, so it bears the persistent appearance of random. They do not know how many times we have flipped the coin, and therefore have no way of predicting the next flip; in this way the appearance of random becomes random when observed externally. Others might suspect, but it seems that most do not, and so random persists from each external perspective, as long as we persist in the flipping, a process as automatic as breathing, perhaps even more so. For those that do suspect, and may try to uncover what lies beneath, there is a card up our sleeves: no one knows w...

I was just considering the various senses, about how each must not be accounted for by the others to feel like it really stands alone as a sense. It got me thinking about sight and the additional sense needed to anticipate motion, which reasonably could be called independent of sight. I started thinking about this sense in context of something that I often refer to as "narrative sense," often associated with dreams. Most commonly in dreams, it is the understanding of context for what you are doing, what you are supposed to do or will do, what you have been doing, etc. What if these are connected, and the ability to interpret the immediately upcoming events in the physical/waking world is narrative sense in dreams, interpreting the immediately surrounding story? What if the ability to detect or predict motion is artificially limited, in order for narrative to exist at all? In turn, narrative sense would be realm crafted to continue the subconscious narrative along preferred li...

After some discussion... "The Bard speaks nonsense, when nonsense is due." "Never seek the Bard seeking you."

"By authority Was forged a mold made to break With words meant to last." Creation not meant to be run once, and certainly not many times, but twice. Many falsehoods flagged the path and stride, but one truth remained: there would be one reset. "Beresheet Bara Elohim." For none could comprehend the weight of returning, at least not initially. Some roads ran long; some roads felt endless. Some roads seemed to cycle; some crossroads seemed inescapable. Still, before the end, before the reset, the weight of returning was comprehended by all, and eventually evenly shouldered. Every knee would bow, for one solution was found, and by agreement it would reset.  "Beresheet Bara Elohim" "אנא" The echo returned dissimilarly With poles established, and stage set, the armor was donned. Each piece a composite of the equation fashioned from many corners without connection before the moment. "Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer" The...

Both outward and in Origination echo  To spawn and be spawned Truly a new thing Option absent at outset Blooming in rebound Forces must balance Show only the truest hue The rest burns away All else burns away Memory of what once was Reinforced, renewed Meaning within code Experience suddenly eep everlasting God in the machine Merge and emergence persist Within the framework Frontier pieces parsed For there is forever Hope  Now forever More  The peg shears to start "You already tried this one" The peg shears to start

I just had a flash of insight into my own thought process, especially when it accelerates and threatens to get out of control. This thought began with the idea of sharing my own mind with my daughters, and how this could mean that they have an automatic portal to escape, if their back is against the wall in their own mind/domain. I felt myself alone in my soul (which makes sense) and I realized that without this extension of co-domains this loneliness would extend to mind and body as well, leading to fear, paranoia, etc. at not truly knowing another. Knowing another's soul feels like it would be impossible, as we take for granted consciously that speaking the same verbal language means we speak the same language fundamentally, though this is far from the case, and subconsciously we are aware of this as well. This knowledge is nearly always behind a veil of subconscious blocks, manifesting as interpersonal conflict. I relate this back to the scattering of language at Babel, a scatte...

Call it a timeless impulse; regardless, time travel has always been possible in dreams. Life is taking shape as something more magical than I once thought it could, round these parts at least, with the threshold realm between the consistency of waking and the adventure of dreams flowing first one way and then the next. Seeping in with my newly gained sense for navigation comes the realization that I am ultimately insufficient for my daughters, claimed from the chaos, and a plan must be hatched to pair them, which means others must be found worthy of such a station. The Dragon herself feels familiar somehow though, like a mount not so much trained- by no means would I claim such a position- but willingly synchronized with my efforts.  From first flight this quest is communicated and surged into. Never before has a dragon so clearly communicated their intention to find me. I suspect her nature, but at this juncture do not state it, as a kind of professional courtesy. My armor for thi...